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Imagine the morning of your senior prom, waking up with thousands of fireworks going off in your body because you’re so excited.

Every girl dreams about having the perfect prom night and looks forward to the big day! You get to have your hair and makeup done and put on the most beautiful dress to feel like a princess for the night.

Arriving at prom would only bring out more excitement. Pictures with friends, great music, dancing, and the crowning of the king and queen, it would surely be the perfect night. Well, I didn’t actually get to experience any of that. Instead, I woke up the morning of my school’s prom in the hospital to have surgery for the removal of my breasts.


Photo Courtesy Brittney Beadle | Brittney’s friend, Amber, visited her in the hospital before the prom she didn’t get to attend.

In February 2015, I noticed a lump in my right breast. I didn’t think too much of it but I still got it checked out. An ultrasound and mammogram confirmed I had a mass. The breast specialist I saw sent me home and told me not to worry because “18-year-olds don’t get breast cancer.” Two months later, I noticed the lump was now huge and I had many changes to my breast. I knew something wasn’t right but the doctor told me not to worry, so I didn’t. Although I wasn’t too worried, my mom was naturally concerned and made an appointment for me to have it checked.

This time I had a biopsy done.

The very next day I got a call that the doctors wanted me to come in right away.

On May 6, 2015, I heard those three little words no one wants to hear: “You have cancer.”

Right then and there my world flipped upside down. At 18, you don’t understand cancer. I was absolutely terrified. It wasn’t supposed to be cancer. It was supposed to be nothing. To top it all off, that same day I was diagnosed I was also told I needed to have a bilateral mastectomy. It was a lot to process and I knew it was going to be a long journey. Luckily, I had an amazing support system — my family.

My boyfriend was with me when I was diagnosed. We spent the rest of the day together just trying to make sense of it all. We cried a lot because we were both scared. Later that night we laid a blanket down in my yard and just looked up at the stars.

We didn’t say much, but we didn’t need to. It was in that moment that I knew everything was going to be okay. I was going to get through this with the help of my the people closest to me.

So on the morning of my senior prom, I didn’t have fireworks going off in my body. My hair and makeup wasn’t done to perfection. I didn’t get to wear the most beautiful dress. I didn’t get to feel like a princess. There was no music or dancing. I wasn’t prom queen. I was young and boobless, fighting to stay alive.

Over the next few months, I’ll take you through my journey of the most difficult, scary, lesson-filled year of my life.

As we’re always reconstructing our lives and transitioning from one chapter to the next, I hope you’ll find relief through reading my story and know that you’re not alone when life comes at you hard. It may not sound like much, but as I’m writing this, I’m thinking about all of the people who feel scared and alone and need proof that life can get better. I want you to know I’m here for you.

Until next time,



15 Works of ART that will motivate you to get your life together PRONTO!



The internet is filled with motivational quotes aimed to inspire people to get off their phone and live their best life! If only double-tapping an inspirational quote on Insta would actually prompt due action to get the success you know you deserve, then everyone would be as rich and happy as Bob Saget.

Graphic design king Jeff Cole realized inspirational memes won’t do shit for your success unless their design is dope and their message doesn’t disappear after looking away from your phone. The vision needs to be a reminder in constant view. Right in front of your face. On your wall. Cole’s online canvas art company, Ikonick, has a collection of unique images that will likely give you the push you need to stop wanting a better life and commence action.(Better than the Weekend has three pieces hanging in the office.)

Here’s some that you may want to add to your wall.

You Can’t Deposit Excuses ATM

Stop Watching 


Level Up

Forbes List

Ingredient For Success & Success Marks The Spot

Money Hungry

No Risk. No Reward.

Mind Of A Hustler. Heart Of A King. 

Remember Why You Started


Nobody Cares

Leave Your Excuses At The Door

The entire collection can be viewed on or Instagram @ikonick.

Now go follow us on Instagram @betterthantheweekend. And then go call your mom and tell her you love her.


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Vintage Frat Is the Life of the Party on Instagram Right Now, Possibly Forever



Gone are the days of moms and dads knocking on wood that social media didn’t exist when they were young, dumb and figuring out the world. Remnants of debauchery from past generations are resurfacing on @vintagefrat, an Instagram account paying homage to legendary fraternity throwbacks.

Here’s some of the of the most lit pics from Vintage Fraternity. (Warning: You may see your mom or dad.)

“Hello Ladies, welcome to pledgeship. I’ll be your guide.”

Saturday’s are for the Brothers. 

Take a moment to respect the most legendary composite of all time. 

Daytona Beach ’89 was wild. #AskYourDad

There was always that one Brother who understood the meaning of life. 

Here’s why your dad’s friends call him Superman. 

And here’s when your dad met your mom. 

Reminding the children of the future that House Hounds need to be the focus of every fraternity house.

And here’s a reminder that Benny the Beaver was probably with your girl. 

Tribute to the Brother who didn’t even attend one class all semester.

Classic Spring Break transportation. 

Sure, Greek Life has it’s fair share of wild times.  

But @vintagefrat is a solid reminder that Greek Life is also a resume builder, putting students in positions that prepare them for the future. 

Mainly, Greek Life is about togetherness. #NeverForget #AskYourDad

Go follow @vintagefrat on Instagram and then follow @betterthantheweekend.

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Why University of Scranton Is the Perfect Place to Find a Husband



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I’m a senior at The University of Scranton in Scranton, Pennsylvania. I’m here to tell you why my school is the perfect place to find a husband.

From the day I arrived as a freshman in search of a degree and a good time, I was told I should also search for a husband here by upperclassmen who were taking courses toward their ‘MRS’ degree. (That’s Mrs., a.k.a. a master’s degree in finding a man.) Oh, they exist. If they haven’t landed a man by the fall semester of their senior year, they’re adding extra credit hours in getting a ring by spring.


It’s not like I can blame them. I acknowledge that there’s certainly some good looking guys at this school — it’s hard not to.


But I couldn’t see myself spending the rest of my life with one. You see, there’s a distinct type of guy that typically goes to this school. They’re the epitome of a rich, preppy white guy.


They tuck in their pastel button-down shirts and sport a pair of loafers to hit the bar scene on a Friday night. Their idea of dressing down is wearing a $42 plain-white Vineyard Vine T-Shirt. They dress like a middle-aged, balding, career-crazed father of three.


Oh, and they drink like one, too. They basically look and act like a stereotypical man in their 40s who is unhappy with his wife, life, and needs to binge-drink, binge-smoke and binge-fuck his way out of jumping out of the top floor of the Wall Street skyscraper he works in.

Meanwhile, all I want is a cute guy who takes his schoolwork seriously, has a little height on me and wants to eat chicken wings off my curvy bottom.


But my options seem to be limited to college boys who look like they’re trying to impersonate their fathers.

I guess the girls who told me The University of Scranton is the perfect place to find a husband were right. I just didn’t know they looked like a 42-year-old alumni’s husband.

I guess my only chance at getting a ring by spring is if one of them saves the dad-look for when they actually work on Wall Street. But I’m cool enjoying my senior year with my friends. My philosophy in life is that everything happens for a reason and plans are a waste of time.

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